Kaleidoscope (Colorado Mountain #6)(72)
As Deck walked Emme down the corridor toward the elevators, arm around her shoulders, feeling hers tight around his waist, she remarked, “I have a feeling those chops you spent seven thousand dollars on aren’t gonna taste that great when we get home.”
Her feeling would be right seeing as he did nothing but turn off the grill, load his girl in his truck and follow his friends to the hospital.
He stopped them at the elevators, turned Emme into his front and she tipped her head back to catch his eyes.
She was smiling.
He was laughing.
Then he bent his neck and they were kissing.
* * *
One and a half hours later…
“Say it,” Deck ordered gruffly, moving inside her, doing it slowly, taking his time, feeling her snug and wet around his cock, her limbs wound tight around him, holding on, one hand in his hair.
Gorgeous.
“Say what, honey?” she asked, her voice breathy, eyes languid.
“You haven’t told me today,” he replied.
She tipped her h*ps up, bit her lip and her limbs got tighter.
She was getting close.
“Told you what?” she asked.
He kept moving, slow, sweet, building it, loving it.
But he wasn’t going to give it until he got what he needed.
He dipped his mouth to hers, brushed her lips and whispered, “How you feel about me.”
Her pu**y clenched around his c**k and her voice was breathier when she said, “Right now, I really, really like you.”
And right now, he seriously liked her.
Then again, he always had.
He slid in deep, stayed there and encouraged, “Say it like it is, baby.”
Her body squirmed under his. “I just did.”
“Say what you really mean.”
“Okay, I really, really, really like you,” she breathed. “Now will you go back to moving?”
He grinned down into her gorgeous face but slid out to the tip and stayed there.
Her eyes opened further, not full, but he had her attention.
“Say what you really mean,” he repeated.
“Jacob,” she whispered.
“Say it, Emme.”
She squirmed more, her limbs tightening further, her h*ps seeking his cock, her hand fisting in his hair. “I need you back.”
“You got me,” he informed her. “Tell me what that means to you.”
“Jacob, seriously, I was close.”
He was getting there too. And now it was torture but he slid in then pulled out to the tip and again stayed there.
“Honey,” she begged, her voice and limbs now trembling.
“Say it, Emme.”
“Please.”
His hand cradling one side of her face shifted so he could rub his thumb over her lips as he whispered, “I know you feel it, baby. Say it.”
She lifted her head, sliding her cheek along his until her face was in his neck.
“Please give me you,” she whispered against his skin.
So sweet.
Torture.
He turned so his lips were at her ear. “You got me, baby. You know you’ve got me. Tell me what that means.”
“I mean I want you to give me a specific part of you.”
He grinned even as his body pulsed to be buried inside her but he held onto his control, though just barely.
“Give me what I want,” he demanded.
“Honey.”
“Give it to me, Emme.”
She shoved her face farther into his neck then turned her head, her fist in his hair loosening as she slid it to the back of his neck and said so quietly, even as close as she was, he barely heard her, “I love you, Jacob.”
Fuck.
Yes.
Deck drove in deep and she gasped into his ear, her hand sliding back up to clench in his hair.
“You love me?” he asked.
“Yes,” she panted.
He pulled out and drove in again.
Exquisite.
“Look at me and say it, baby.”
Her cheek slid back until her lips were against his, eyes open and so f**king close, that fire in them that said what her lips were about to utter was shining right there. So bright, so heated, he thought it would scorch him.
“I love you, honey.”
He took her mouth, took her cunt and took both until he took them both home.
After, planted deep inside his Emme, Deck ran his nose along her jaw and when his mouth found her ear, he murmured, “Love you too, baby.”
Her limbs, still tight around him, clamped.
She liked that.
She wanted it.
So much she was holding onto it with all she had.
And this was it.
This was “hey, puppy” for the rest of his life. This was knowing he had in his bed a woman who wanted medicine socialized and not giving a f**k. This was good family, hers and his, mingling to make it better. This was working until he never saw that surprised look on her face just before she came. This was having something warm snuggle into him while he read because he didn’t sleep.
This was a kaleidoscope of beauty, the dials spinning, ever changing, but never anything short of spectacular.
Deck lifted his head and looked down at her.
Tears were pooling in her beautiful eyes and her lower lip was quivering.
He’d never seen anything as beautiful.